Nicole Johnson

It was time to come out,

The moon went down as the sun peeked its fiery head over the mountains.

My skin felt the cool breeze of morning’s dew.

It prickled at the slightest touch of air caressing the little hairs that begged for attention.

Secretly I’ve watched them move past us.

A circle with an unbreakable bubble.

They never saw me standing there—oblivious to my presence.

Time has passed and i’ve been forgotten.

My heart felt different, while my brain remained stagnant.

I couldn’t quite place this ache.

The moment it hit my lips, I reached for the words and struggled to grip.

They came pouring out of me like the chain to the levy.

I was doing so well.

I didn’t dwell too long.

One foot in front of the other and then I slipped.

My heart lunged forward as my knees swooped into my soul.

For the first time, I could truly hear sound.